This is a song about "Resort"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,